November 22, 2010

Lunch at Si An

After my lackluster meal at Chi Sing last month, I decided to try my luck at Si An in Prenzlauer Berg, run by the same folks. I'd heard good things and, you know, hope springs eternal.

Silly hope.

My main-course noodle soup was a wan affair, with four (count 'em) little wontons floating in a too-sweet broth, a tiny nest of noodles and one quail egg (a nice touch, I guess). The tofu wonton filling was oddly sour and mealy, and the "vegetables" so lovingly described on the menu were nothing more than a few shreds of cabbage, some cilantro, bean sprouts, and a lot of stalks (of which plant, I'm not sure, since the stalks were devoid of leaves). I ate because I was hungry, but it was a frustrating meal, and I left still hungry.

Shall I even get into the fact that a cup of tea at this place costs close to 4 euros?

I could, I suppose, give these people one last chance at Chen Ché, but I think I've had enough.

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After my lackluster meal at Chi Sing last month, I decided to try my luck at Si An in Prenzlauer Berg, run by the same folks. I'd heard good things and, you know, hope springs eternal.

Silly hope.

My main-course noodle soup was a wan affair, with four (count 'em) little wontons floating in a too-sweet broth, a tiny nest of noodles and one quail egg (a nice touch, I guess). The tofu wonton filling was oddly sour and mealy, and the "vegetables" so lovingly described on the menu were nothing more than a few shreds of cabbage, some cilantro, bean sprouts, and a lot of stalks (of which plant, I'm not sure, since the stalks were devoid of leaves). I ate because I was hungry, but it was a frustrating meal, and I left still hungry.

Shall I even get into the fact that a cup of tea at this place costs close to 4 euros?

I could, I suppose, give these people one last chance at Chen Ché, but I think I've had enough.